Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.